Fuller opened the box laying on his bed. “Oh fucking hell,” he said after he opened it.
“I know, bro.” Drew shook his head.
“Bro, I can’t do it. I just can’t.”
“This is... unexpected.” Drew folded his arms across his chest.
Fuller picked up a pair of red fishnet stockings and held them up. “Bro, I don’t even know where to start with this.”
Out of Drew’s box, he picked up what looked like a black, one-piece, women’s bathing suit. “I think I saw this on a pole at the strip club.”
Fuller pulled out an identical one except it was red. “I dunno if this is worth it, bro.”
“They say all the pledges have to do it every year. So, if you think about it, all the guys in the house had to do this.”
“But what’s the fucking point? Just to humiliate us?”
“Uh, duh. Yes, of course. Bro, it’s fucking hell week. What did you expect?”
Fuller gasped when he saw a head band with a pair of black bunny ears attached. He looked at it and heard Drew chuckle. Fuller tossed it aside. “I didn’t expect to have to serve drinks dressed as a Playboy fucking Bunny.”
“I’m a legacy. My father was in this frat. I have to do it, bro,” said Drew.
“That’s nothing. My brother, my father, my uncle, and my grandfather were in this frat.”
“Three generations? Bro, that’s serious shit.”
“I know. If my brother went through this and didn’t warn me, I’ll kick his ass next time I see him.”
Drew lifted the tissue paper inside the box and saw something. “There’s a note in mine.”
“Same.” Fuller opened his.
Drew read it and then tossed it back in the box. “Says to be in the costume by 7:00, Saturday night and wait in our rooms until we are retrieved.”
“Fuck.” Fuller looked like he wanted to throw up. “Bro, it says we have to shave or wax our entire body.”
“And practice wearing the heels? There are heels?” Drew looked around the room.
Fuller pointed at the other bed where there sat two shoe boxes. “Bro, they’re in the second box.” He opened the box and took out a red high-heeled shoe. “What the fuck are these? I’ll break my ankles on these things?”
Drew nodded. “Yeah, that’s like a 4” stiletto.”
Fuller looked at him strangely. “How in the fuck do you know?”
Drew pick up a black one out of his box. “Bro, I dated a stripper.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“We’re supposed to help each other figure it out.” Drew said remembering what the note said.
“Fuck. Where do we start?” Fuller looked horrified and out of sorts.
Drew shrugged. “We get waxed.”
“Waxed? Doesn’t that shit hurt?”
“Yeah, but it’s better than shaving everything. It’s faster to have someone else take care of it. No stubble too.”
“Where do we go?”
“Any waxing salon will do it.”
“Dudes too?”
“Yeah. Doesn’t matter. Dudes get waxed too.”
Fuller let the shoe drop into the box. He picked up a bow-tie and then put it back. He looked at Drew with a suspicious expression. “How do you know all this shit?”
Drew rolled his eyes. “BRO! Strip-per-girl-friend.”
“Yeah, yeah. This explains why they asked us for our measurements.”
“We can do this, bro. I’ll text the stripper ex-girlfriend and ask her the best place to go to get waxed.” He pulled out his phone and scrolled.
“Sweet.” Fuller looked a little bit relieved. “I’m glad you’re going through this shit with me, bro.”
“Same. It’ll be fine, bro. We have a week to get ready.”
The next day Drew was able to get the two of them an appointment at a waxing salon. After they were waxed smooth and clean, they met in the lobby and left the business. They stood on the sidewalk looking at each other. Fuller kept running his hand up and down the top of his thigh.
“Well? What did you think about your first time getting waxed?” asked Drew.
Fuller scowled. “That hurt like fucking hell, bro.”
Drew laughed. “Yeah, I heard you crying like a little bitch.”
“Fuck off. I heard some yelps from your room.”
“The worst part was the butthole.”
“Oh, I know. What the hell? Chics do that all the time?”
“On the bright side, our legs look fucking defined, bro.” Drew slapped his thigh. “With all that hair gone, makes the muscle stand out. My legs look so ripped.” Drew looked over at Fuller who was still running his hands on his skin. He felt his forearm that was corded with smooth muscle. “Bro, what’s wrong?” Drew asked with a smile.
Fuller looked a little embarrassed. “I dunno. I mean, bro, it feels weird but also, kinda does feel nice; having smooth skin. Feels slick and I can’t feel the air moving around my legs.”
“Yeah, you need hair to feel it. But I know. I was thinking it too. You know some guys on the team shave down. I’ve seen lots of dudes at the gym that shave their bodies too. I thought it was just for looks, but maybe they like the way it feels.”
“It’s bazaar. But maybe I’ll keep doing it.” Fuller shrugged. “Let’s get to the gym.”
The night of the event, the roommates laid out their outfits on Drew’s bed.
“Ok,” Fuller looked to Drew for guidance, “what goes on first.”
Drew laughed and picked up the stockings. “The fishnets, dummy.”
Fuller frowned. “Hey, excuse me. This is my first time dressing like a fucking sissy.”
“And then swimsuit, or whatever this is, and then heels.”
Fuller sounded so far out of his comfort zone. “Do we wear underwear?”
Drew turned his suit inside out to show him. “There’s extra padding in the front to make your junk look smooth. These must be especially made for dudes. And then the collar, cuffs and ears.”
Fuller held up the stockings with two fingers like they were going to bite him. “How...”
Drew stopped him. “Roll them down with your hands, stick your toes in, and then roll the stocking back up your leg.”
“Oh.” Fuller watched Drew put his stockings on and then copied him. Fuller pulled them up into place. His junk balled up under the netting. “Huh.”
“What?”
Fuller looked at Drew shyly. “Feels good. Weird, I mean. On my legs?”
“Yeah, it’s because your legs are smooth. They just slid right on.”
Fuller nodded and looked over at Drew’s legs. He saw Drew’s big dick was also pressed against the netting. He also noticed Drew’s muscular legs looked kinda sexy. The stockings outlined the curves of his muscle and even made his bubbled ass look good.
Fuller picked up the one-piece. “How the hell do I get into this?”
Drew rolled his eyes again. “Bro, it’s not that difficult. Step into it and pull it up. The straps go over your shoulders. Be careful. Broad shoulders can break the straps. Pull it up and I’ll zip you first.”
“Ok.” Fuller stepped into the suit and pulled it up. He was pleasantly surprised at how much it reminded him of compression gear he wore for football. He ran his hands over his abs, and it gave him a tingly sensation. “Wow, tight, like compression.”
“Turn around,” Drew said. Fuller turned and Drew zipped him up which made the material even tighter. Drew looked down Fuller’s back and saw the way the suit molded so tightly to his buddies football ass. “Damn, bro,” he said with a smirk.
“What?”
“Cakes, bro. You’re all cake,” Drew said referring to Fuller’s round butt.
Fuller looked at him strangely. He laughed. “Bro, stop looking at my ass.”
Drew laughed. “Bro can’t help it. It’s like, right there, bro. Lay off the squats, cake boy.”
“Uh huh. Don’t call me that,” Fuller said shaking his head.
“Drew turned around, his back to Fuller. “Zip me.”
Fuller zipped him up and struggled a bit. “Bro, your back is so wide. Suck it in or something.”
“Bro, my waist is smaller than yours. I can’t make myself any smaller. Besides, it’s not my stomach. It’s my lats.”
Fuller pulled up harder on the zipper and it slowly inched up to the top. Fuller looked down at Drew’s ass. His too was like two muscular cannon balls. “You think I got cake? Bro, you’ve got fucking all kinds of desert in there.”
Drew turned his head back trying to see his own ass. Then he turned sideways in the mirror. He put his hands under his ass and jiggled the melons of muscle. “Damn, you’re right. Look at that fucking ass, bro. Squats for days, bro. Squats for days.”
Fuller watched his buddy jiggle his ass. He had to admit; Drew’s ass was like a sculpted stone. “Bro, stop playing with your ass.”
“Someone has to do it,” Drew said with a smirk.
Fuller looked in the mirror and turned his body too. He ran a hand over his flat stomach and then to his ass. He raised his arms and flexed his might biceps. He started to get into it.
Fuller smacked in playfully on the shoulder. “Bro, your gonna bust your suit if you don’t stop flexing.”
“I know, right? This thing makes me look more jacked,” Fuller said as he flexed at different angles in the mirror. He finally stopped but couldn’t stop looking at himself in the mirror. He liked the contrast of the skimpy suit and the ripped muscles of his body. He picked up a bow-tie attached to a white tuxedo collar. “Collars?”
Drew laughed. “Sounds like the name of a gay bar.”
“No shit. That’s funny.” They put on the collars and straightened their ties.
Drew picked up a black stiletto. “Ready for the heels?”
Fuller lifted his shoulders, then dropped them with a sigh. “No. But I’ve been practicing.”
They both had been practicing, Fuller more than Drew. Fuller was jealous that Drew seemed to pick it up faster. They slipped into the shoes, and their heights were raised four-inches.
“Damn, you’re tall as fuck,” Fuller said.
Drew grinned as he watched Fuller walk to the other side of the room. Fuller had gotten pretty good at not falling. Drew was sure he would do just fine. “Just don’t get too confident. You don’t want to sprain your ankle or no football for you.”
Drew walked around the small room. Fuller was again jealous his buddy was doing so well.
“How are you walking so good?”
“Stripper...” Drew started.
“I know, I know, stripper girlfriend.” Fuller walked to him and straightened Drew’s tie. Then he looked at him suspiciously again. “You know, you’ve been acting so comfortable with all this. You haven’t complained once. You’re holding back on me. How are YOU so cool with this.”
Drew put his hands on his hips. He sighed and then said, “Ok, listen, if I tell you, promise you won’t say anything to anyone.”
“Promise.” Fuller did not sound sincere in his reply.
Drew pointed at Fuller’s face. “Seriously, dude. This is football career ending shit.”
“Jesus, bro.” Fuller put his hands up in mock defense. “What the hell did you do?”
“Ok, strippers are freaks, right? They’re into anything kinky.”
Fuller nodded. “That tracks.”
“So my ex-girlfriend used to like to... roleplay and dress up during sex. So, she would dress me up in her outfits. It got her so hot. It was kind of her thing to see dudes in outfits.”
“Outfits?”
Drew sometimes thought Fuller could be so dense. “Stockings, heels, lingerie and shit.”
Fuller’s eyes got huge. He looked shocked. “Bro, dude, that is fucking crazy. There is no way I’d do that. Not in a million years.”
Drew raised an eyebrow and turned his buddy around to the mirror. “Bro, look in a mirror.”
Fuller became defensive. “This is different. This is against my will.”
“Hmm. Not really. You could opt out. Join a different frat.”
“No way. Has to be this one.”
Drew stood behind him, leaned forward and set his chin down on Fuller’s muscular shoulder as they looked at themselves in the mirror. “Wanna know the bright side of all of this?”
“What?” Fuller asked looking at Drew’s reflection.
“After doing this, there’s nothing you won’t do when it comes to sex. If a girl wants to try new shit, you’ll do it.”
Fuller didn’t look so sure. “Yeah, I don’t know.”
Drew kept his chin on Fuller’s shoulder. He raised his hands and held on to Fuller’s biceps in a very bro way. “And, bro, some girls get turned on by it. I mean panty dropping when they find out you’ve played around with sexy lingerie and shit. They know you’re secure in your masculinity. They like dudes who are open minded. Plus, when you’re jacked and you’re wearing sexy shit like this, you somehow look more masculine. Look at yourself. Look at the fucking swole bod, man.”
Fuller kept looking at himself. He felt Drew’s warm hands on his biceps. He did like that so much of his body could be seen. The sleek lines of the swimsuit and the way his stockings outlined his quads was hot to him.
“Ok, I will admit, I look good.” He tilted his head side to side. Then he ran his hands over his abs. “It is kinda sexy. I like the silk on my skin.”
Drew watched him feel himself up. Drew loved his outfit. He felt incredibly sexy and uninhibited. He thought Fuller looked amazing. The contrast between muscle and the stretchy silk was amazing. He gently squeezed Fuller’s biceps and then ran his hands up to his shoulders. Then he started massaging Fuller’s traps. Drew felt the hard, tense muscle as he massaged.
Fuller felt the strong hands of his friend. Drew was the same height, even with heels. Drew was a little wider so Fuller could make out the width of Drew’s body in the reflection. He thought Drew looked awesome.
Drew put his lips close to his ear. “And know what else?
“Huh?” Fuller replied dreamily.
“Those heels make your calves look like your knees swallowed a grapefruit.”
Fuller turned his foot back and forth as he watched them flex in the mirror. “They do make my calves look sick.”
“And, no homo, they make your ass pop, bro.”
Fuller could feel Drew’s warm breath on his ear. “No, that is homo.” Fuller smiled.
“Bro, you thought your ass looked good before putting on the heels? Turn and look at your ass. Ignore the cotton tail.” Drew gently turned him to the side but kept his body close.
“Wow, it’s like, a shelf.”
“See? Chics love a jacked dude with a hot ass.” Drew took a chance and gently gave Fuller a smack on the ass. “And some dudes love it too.” He winked at Fuller’s reflection.
Fuller gave him a crooked smile. He actually liked the playful smack. “Ok, now you’re making me start to like this shit.”
Drew turned him back around to face the mirror. He put his chin back on Fuller’s shoulder. “I told you, silly boy.” Then he wrapped his arms around Fuller’s waist.”
Fuller turned his head and looked down at him. “Bro, I thought you said no homo.”
“What?” Drew said. “We’re bonding.”
“We look gay,” Fuller replied not taking his buddy seriously.
“I got news for you. We look gay right now no matter what.” Drew laughed.
“Well, you’re getting a little too cozy, sissy boy.” Fuller teased as he stepped away from Drew.
Drew laughed. “Fine. I didn’t know you were so insure in your masculinity,” he taunted.
Fuller scoffed. “Whatever, dude. Look at me. I’m fucking gorgeous. I can make anything look good.”
Drew shrugged. “True.”
“Why did you two break up?”
“She was crazy. I mean, fucking crazy.”
“Aren’t most strippers crazy?”
“Yeah but she was fucking queen of crazy. There was some stalking. She would call me a million times a day, and I was flooded with texts.”
“Bro, that sucks. You dodged a bullet.”
“Yeah, I did. But I have to say, she was the most fun girlfriend and the sex was amazing.”
“That’s cuz crazy bitches are good in bed.”
“Last thing,” Drew said and reached into a smaller bag. He retrieved a tube of lipstick and an eyeliner pencil.
Fuller had a look of horror. “Make up? No one said anything about make up.”
Drew laughed. “Fuller, you’re basically wearing lingerie with four-inch heels, but make up is crossing a line?”
“Yes.”
“Bro, it’s just lipstick and eyeliner. They’re not making you go full drag queen.”
Fuller looked at him and then rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me. You know how to put this stuff on.”
“Stripper girlfriend,” they both said at the same time.
Drew helped Fuller apply the eyeliner and then coached him on lipstick. The lipstick was blood red. When Fuller turned to the mirror, his blue eyes were brighter and bluer.
“Damn, bro. My eyes look great.”
Drew laughed. “No shit. That’s why women wear this shit.”
“Fuck me,” Fuller said as he looked at himself again. “Why don’t dudes wear eyeliner?”
“That’s one of the gayest things I’ve ever heard you say.”
“Whatever. It looks good. We should be able to wear it.”
“Bro, you can wear it if you want to. A dude you’re size, ain’t no one gonna tell you you can’t.”
Fuller shrugged. “True.”
There was a knock on their door. A muffled voice came through the door. “Showtime, ladies.”
They both looked at each other and took a deep breath. They put their headbands with tall bunny ears attached to them.
“Ladies?” Fuller sighed. “Great. That shit is going to get old.”
“It’ll be fine. Just go with the flow. It’s only one night.”
Fuller followed Drew through the door. The guy who came to get them started laughing.
“Shut up,” Fuller said with a scowl.
“Sorry, sorry, bro.” He was still laughing though.
Drew walked confidently ahead and Fuller couldn’t help but admire Drew’s confidence as he flawlessly walked in the high heels. Fuller’s eyes were drawn to the cotton tail positioned on the back of Drew’s muscular ass. Fuller had to admit, his roommate did have a really nice ass... for a guy. The women’s swimsuit-style garment tapered around Drew’s small waist and then spread out on the sides to accommodate the jock’s wide lats. Drew’s back was impressive, knotted muscle, striations near his shoulders, thick traps. Fuller always liked Drew’s arms. Walking behind him, Fuller watched large triceps flex and contract as Drew swung his arms. God damn that guy can pull off anything and still look hot. Fuller caught himself in this thoughts and shook his head to get them out of his brain.
“Bro, do we have to walk through the lobby?” Drew asked suddenly horrified.
Colin grinned. “Of course, sweetheart. This is the best part. It’s the only way to the reception lounge.”
“Bro!” Fuller said to Drew completely ridden with anxiety.
“Dude, just act like you belong there. Walk with confidence like nothing bothers you.”
“I’m gonna fucking die.”
The elevator doors opened and the three were greeted by a group of men, some frat brothers, some were older who the boys assumed were alumni. They were clapping, drawing attention to the boys. The group stood in two rows, and the Playboys had to walk between them into the lobby and to the reception lounge. Fuller kept his head down and followed Drew who seemed to enjoy all the attention.
Drew waved at the crowd. “Hey boys! What’s up? You like?”
There were taunts, and teases, and cat calls. “Nice cakes, baby,” someone yelled out.
Drew laughed and patted is own ass. “You like that boys? All for you,” he said and then winked at the guy who said it.
Fuller was amazed at how Drew was taking everything in stride. He threw back all the offensive taunts with taunts of his own. Then someone smacked Fuller on the ass. He turned around. “Who did that?” But everyone started laughing again. “Seriously, who the fuck did that?” Fuller was making fists.
Drew took Fuller’s elbow and pulled him away. “Bro, chill. They’re just fucking with you. Get used to it. There’s gonna be a ton of that shit tonight.”
“Fuck. This fucking sucks.”
“Eh, I think it’s kind of fun.”
“You’re an attention whore.”
“No shit.”
They entered the reception lounge, which was a little bigger than a normal hotel bar. It was softly lit, and decorated mid-century modern, lots of 60s style furniture and art. All the frat brothers were dressed like Don Draper dressed them; very dapper and stylish in suits with skinny ties.
“Wow, this is nice,” Drew said.
Fuller nodded. “Yeah. This must be a big deal.”
That’s when they noticed a group of guys dressed just like they were with an assortment of different colored bunny suits and ears. The were all clustered together like they were hiding. Drew walked up to them and grinned.
“Sup, ladies!” He greeted them loud and proud.
They all just looked at him with scowls.
“Aww, come on. Just chill out and go with it. You’ll all be fine.” Drew put his arm around one of the guys.
“This is fucking humiliating,” a dark-haired boy named Ryan said, his arms were crossed in defiance.
“I can’t believe this shit,” said Trenton, a jacked, blonde-haired guy wearing a purple outfit. “These shoes are killing my feet.”
“Why are you so happy, Drew?” another voice asked. It was Patrick, a mixed race, handsome guy with light Carmel skin and piercing green eyes. He was wearing a green outfit that made his eyes glow a beautiful shade.
Drew shrugged. “Because, guys, this is just for one night. Think positive. You want these assholes to like you. Don’t be a little bitch, no pun intended, and you’ll be in. Just smile and do what you’re told. Don’t let them see you sweat.”
Fuller stood next to Drew, his arms folded, a tight-lipped smile on his handsome face.
Patrick cocked his head, looked at Fuller with suspicion. “Stop smiling Fuller. You hate this. I know you do.”
Fuller looked at Drew who raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah it’s fucked up but like Drew said, I’m just gonna go with it. Be a man. I was upset but I’m fine now.” The he lifted his arms and flexed. His biceps bulged, his lats spread. “And, I happen to think I look fucking hot.”
The group of boys scoffed and rolled their eyes. “Fuck you, fag,” someone said.
Drew put his hand up for silence. He was a natural born leader; everyone could see it. “Hey, none of that. There are gay brothers here and Zac is standing right here.”
Zac was smiling the whole time. “Hi,” he said raising a hand. He was extremely attractive, and openly gay. He was built like a football jock with a gymnasts body, bulbous muscle, and ripped. He was wearing a pink outfit, and it fit him like a glove.
“Sorry, bro,” Trenton said. “That was fucked up.”
Zac shrugged. “Trust me, it’s so fun to watch straight boys freak out over wearing something feminine. Like you’re gonna turn gay over night or something.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re gay,” Ryan said.
“Wait, you think just because I’m gay that I dress up in women’s lingerie?” Zac didn’t sound offended, but he did sound sarcastic.
Ryan looked around sheepishly. “I mean... yeah?”
Zac flipped him off. “The answer is no. Not that I haven’t wore something like this for, like, Halloween or a theme party, but no, not all gay dudes like to cross-dress. This pink I’m wearing is coincidental. I think.” He looked up as if in thought. “Hmm.”
“Ok, ok. Sorry.” Ryan was embarrassed.
Zac looked at him and then said, “And, let me just say, from a gay dude’s perspective,” then he looked at Fuller, “you all do look hot as fuck.” Fuller smiled at him.
Drew chimed in. “And you should take that as a compliment, guys. Gay dudes know a hot dude whey they see one.”
No one agreed out loud.
A handsome frat brother approached them dressed in a blue suit with a black skinny tie. “I’m Walter. I’m your go-to-guy tonight. Guys, this is simple. You’re going to get a tray from the bar. You’ll walk around and ask guys what they want to drink. You’ll go to the bar, get the drinks, and deliver them. Now, here’s what you don’t know. The men here who are not current frat brothers are alumni, and all are gay. Tonight is a special event we put on for the gay alumni each year. Treat them well and they will treat you and all of us well.” He held out his palm, rubbed his thumb against two other fingers, the universal sign for money. “You should also know that these men had a hand in choosing you all as pledges.” They all looked at each other confused. Walter snorted a laugh. “Dudes, did you not notice how hot each one of you is? There’s a reason and it’s those guys.” He gestured over his shoulders.
They all looked at each other with worry, except for Drew. Also, except for Zac who hissed, “Nice.” The others scowled at him.
“Is that why we’re dressed like this?” Ryan asked.
Walter shrugged. “It was either this or French maids.”
“Can we hit them if they touch us?” Trenton asked with a sneer. They all turned to look at him and shook their heads.
Walter looked at him very seriously. “I do not recommend it. You won’t like the consequences. We’re brothers. We protect each other.” He continued to look at Trenton. “I would kill for a brother.” Trenton recoiled and backed down. Walter turned his attention to everyone. He clapped his hands together once. “Alright, guys. Showtime. Make your way to the bar. And by the way, you all look great.”
“Thanks!” Drew said happily.
“At least he didn’t call us ladies,” Fuller mumbled.
The night started off low key. The bunnies took drink orders and delivered them. Drew searched for Fuller and found him talking to a table of older men. Fuller was laughing with the men who seemed to be enjoying the blonde hunk’s company. Drew knew Fuller would come out of his shell. Fuller was too uptight and needed a little push. Drew also thought Fuller was hot as fuck. He felt lucky to be rooming with such a jacked stud. Seeing Fuller dressed up like a Playboy Bunny was a big turn on. There was nothing hotter than seeing a muscular, masculine athlete not afraid of his feminine side. Drew got comfortable with his feminine side while dating the stripper. She introduced him to so many different things that pushed his limits like lingerie, roleplay, toys, strap-ons, groups, all kinds of adventurous sexual things. That’s what you get for dating a stripper for a summer.
Drew stood at the bar until Fuller joined him to put in a drink order. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”
Fuller laughed. “Bro, you were right. This is fun!”
“See? I told you, bro. Getting out of your comfort zone is awesome.”
“That table over there with the three older dudes, bro, they keep tipping me. Not little tips either. Their giving me 20s, 50s, and 100s. They stuff them in the leg band of my suit.”
Drew laughed. “Bro, I’ve already pulled in a thousand.”
“Right on, bro! Shit, I might need to find a job to do this all the time!” Fuller took the drinks that were set on his tray and walked back to the table. Drew watched him and shook his head. My god that kid has a hot ass.
Drew watched Fuller’s interaction. Even from far away, Drew could tell Fuller was flirting with them. And then, one of the men set his hand on Fuller’s ample ass. Drew raised an eyebrow, eager to see how Fuller reacted. Fuller laughed and acted like he was offended in a flirtatious way. He playfully slapped the man on the shoulder and wagged his finger at them laughing man. He walked back to the bar.
“Bro, that dude just felt up my ass,” Fuller said with pride in his tone.
“Yeah, I saw.” Drew looked at him suspiciously. “Are you drunk?”
Fuller grinned. “Lil bit. And a gummy.”
“That explains a lot.”
Fuller sneaked a shot of whiskey off another tray and threw it back. “Ahhhhh!”
“Bro, slow down. You’re gonna get sick.”
“Whatever,” he said while turning to look out at the table he just came from.
Drew smiled. “You don’t want anyone taking advantage of you tonight,” he teased.
Fuller gave him a drunken smile and a wag of his eyebrow. He gestured over his shoulder to the man who felt him up. “That dude can do whatever he wants to me bro. Dude has a fuck ton of money.”
Drew laughed loudly. “What? Bro, you’re a slutty drunk. And a little gay.”
“Meh, he’s hot. Right? He’s a hot dude?” Fuller asked sounding unsure. “I mean if I was going to do gay shit, he would be the one.”
Drew nodded. “Yeah, he’s a hot dude.” Drew watched the older man watching Fuller. He was a hot guy. He looked to be in his early to mid thirties, handsome, he looked very well put together in his custom-made suit. It was obvious the guy was all but stalking Fuller. But then who wouldn’t?
Fuller winked at the man. “I guess I could go gay and whore myself out for one night,” Fuller said with a slight slur in his voice.
Drew scoffed. “Ok, an hour ago you were freaking out because you had to wear stockings and now you’re suddenly gay for rich dudes?”
Fuller shrugged. “I dunno. I guess I’ve kinda always wondered what being with a dude is like.”
Drew lifted one eyebrow. He was now intrigued. “You have? Why didn’t you say anything?”
Ignoring the question, Fuller continued, “And...” he lowered his voice, “bro, I kinda feel hot in his outfit. You know? Like sexy? Those gay dudes are eating this shit up!”
“You look sexy, bro. We all do. I say do what you want tonight. It’s like a free pass.”
Fuller gave him a crooked smile. “Yeah? I should go and tell that dude I’ll go back to his room with him?”
Drew was surprised and amused that his best friend was obviously high. High enough to consider sex with another guy. “Does he want to?”
Fuller guffawed. “Bro, that dude has asked me three times to come back to his room. He wants to... how did he say it? Oh yeah, ‘eat my pussy.’”
Drew was now shocked. “You fucking kidding me? He said that to you? Bro, that’s hot.”
“Oh yeah. I told him I was straight. He said it didn’t matter and that all straight dudes are a little bit gay.” He paused to think. The he looked at Drew. “You think that’s true?”
Drew nodded. “I know it’s true.”
“You do? How?”
Drew thought about telling him about his past sexual adventures. He kept looking at Fuller’s flush face, his sleek, bulging biceps. “Bro, I’ve had sex with dudes.”
Fuller looked like he didn’t understand what he was saying. But then his eyes got wide. “Bro... are you fucking serious?”
Drew nodded. “Yeah. It’s no big deal.”
Fuller just stared at him, studying his face. “The stripper?” he asked referring to the ex-girlfriend.
“She’s the one that got me started.”
“Shit.” Fuller looked around and then leaned in. “Did you have sex dressed like this?” he asked in all seriousness.
Drew nodded his head. “Oh hell yeah, bro. Well, not exactly like this,” he laughed. “But the ex and I tried all kinds of shit. Lingerie was definitely a repeat theme.”
Fuller leaned back. “That’s so hot, bro.”
“It was.”
Fuller moved in close. “Did dudes fuck you?”
“Yeah, bro.”
Fuller stepped back and scanned his buddy up and down in disbelief. “You get fucked?” Fuller started picturing Drew bent over getting fucked. “That’s so hot, bro.”
“It is hot.” Drew saw the curiosity flaring in Fuller’s eyes. Drew could tell his brain was turning, trying to contemplate. “Now, back to the thing you said about always been curious about dudes.”
Fuller hadn’t realized he had said that part out loud. The gummy in combination with the whisky shots was tearing down his inhibitions. It’s true. He always had a fleeting curiosity about gay dudes and sex, especially, when he met Zac. Fuller would have never known Zac was gay. He’s such a bro. But Fuller started to think that if Zac could be gay, then who knows who else he knew was gay. He’s seen Zac with guys, hanging out at the house. He’d seen hot guys leaving Zac’s room in the middle of the night. He always wondered what went on behind that closed door.
“It was always in the back if my mind. Ever since high school. I’ve seen Zac with dudes; dudes I wouldn’t have known were gay. It always blew me away. I see guys at the gym, the jacked ones, and sometimes I wonder.”
“You might be bi.”
“Maybe. I’ve never been a dude before.”
“Are you open to it?”
Fuller thought about it. “Maybe it’s the weed talking, but, yeah, I’m open to it.”
Drew became excited at the thought of his gorgeous best friend having gay sex.
“Should I go tell that hot dude he can have me?” Fuller asked as he looked over at the handsome older man.
Drew was having ideas of his own. “I think you should hold off for a while. There might be other opportunities tonight. You don’t want to take the first offer.”
Zac appeared at their sides. He had a smile on his face and a fist full of money. “Hey, bitches,” he said nonchalantly. Fuller and Drew laughed and watched the handsome kid count his money. “What’s up? Girl talk? Can I join in?”
“Drew likes to get fucked in lingerie,” Fuller blurted out. Zac’s face lit up with a grin.
“FULLER!” Drew smacked on the shoulder. “Bro! Why?”
“Oh shit,” Fuller cowered a bit. “Was that a secret?’
“What the fuck do you think?” Drew said. His jaw was clenched.
“Who doesn’t like getting fucked in lingerie?” Zac asked with a shrug.
Both guys looked at him.
“What?” Zac shrugged again. “Dressed like a bitch, my legs over the dude’s shoulders as he fucks me, calling me a cunt, and tells me he gonna wreck my pussy... what dude doesn’t want that?”
“Straight dudes?” Fuller said as a question and a statement.
Zac scoffed. “Oh, please. I’ve had tons of sex with straight guys. When you’re as hot as I am, masculine, talk sports and the gym, lots of dudes will suddenly forget their straight for a few hours.”
“You the man,” Drew said and he high-fived the handsome boy in pink.
“See? You know what I mean, dontcha Drew.”
Drew nodded at Zac. “You fucking know I do.”
Fuller had his arms crossed over his chest. “That why you like dressing like a bitch?”
“It’s like Zac said. Get a big, hot, masculine dude who wants to fuck a jacked jock in panties and stockings, let him put his dick in you, and it’s amazing. Love seeing my stockings over his shoulders. I like seeing my heels bob up and down while he’s boning me. He’s calling me a whore, cunt, bitch. Dude, it’s the best. You feel like some slutty girl putting her pussy out for dudes to fuck.”
“What’s it like to kiss a dude?” Fuller blurted out. He suddenly had so many questions.
“Hot,” Drew and Zac said at once.
“I think I wanna try it.”
Drew and Zac looked at each other again with big grins. “Dibs,” they both said at once.
Fuller had a crooked smile. “Wait, both of you?”
Drew leaned in. “Bro, you are hot as fuck. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first time I met you.”
“Really?”
“Same,” said Zac. “I also wanted to fuck you.”
“Same,” Drew said. “Only, I wanted you to fuck me.”
“Really?” Fuller was mesmerized.
“Oh yeah, bro. I want to sit on your cock so bad, bro. Just get in your bed in the middle of the night, straddle that big cock, and ride you.
“Bros, my dick is hard.” Fuller looked down at the bulge in his outfit. “Shit.”
Drew put his hand on Zac’s muscular shoulder. “What do you think, Zac? Think we should sneak outa here? Take Fuller somewhere where we can show him how awesome it is to fuck a dude?”
“Oh, fuck yeah. It’s either you guys or the three dudes in the corner.” He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. Three men in their thirties were all sitting there staring at the three bunnies. They were all attractive and in shape. They were talking back and forth, obviously commenting on the boys.
“What?” Fuller asked in shock.
“Yeah. Those three dudes asked me to come back to their suite and tag team me.”
“All three of them? They want to take turns fucking you?” Fuller’s eyes were wide.
Zac smirked. He was amused at Fuller’s naivety. “Bro, happens all the time.”
Drew patted Zac on the shoulder. “Bro, I would be on that in a heart beat. You sure you want to pass that up?”
“It’s fine. They’ll still be here when we’re done.”
“Fuck, I love you,” Drew said laughing. “Bro, we should come back later and slut out together.”
“That’s fire, bro.”
“Hey! I wanna be slutty too!” Fuller slurred.
Drew and Zac laughed. “Let’s see how tonight goes, muscle boy,” Drew told him. “It’s your first time with a dude.”
“Dudes,” Zac corrected him.
Drew laughed. “You’re right. Two dudes. You know, buddy, for your first time doing guy stuff, scoring two hot dudes at once is pretty baller.”
Fuller smiled. “Yeah? I guess it is.”
“What about your daddy you’ve been flirting with?” Drew asked.
Fuller shrugged. “Like you said, he’ll still be here when we’re done.”
“Let’s go while everyone is distracted,” Drew said. He took Fuller’s hand and guided him around the edge of the room towards the door.
“Hold up,” Zac said. “I’ll meet you in the hall. I wanna make sure those three hot dudes have my number.” He made his way to the table and the other two snuck out the doors.
The breeze coming down the hallway was cool against their smooth legs. Fuller had a tingle run down his spine. He visible squirmed.
“What’s wrong?” Drew asked him.
Fuller giggled. “Nothing. That breeze feels good on my legs.”
Drew laughed. “I think I like you more and more each minute.”
Zac came out of the room. “Let’s go to your room.”
They strutted through the lobby like they owned the place. Guests were pointing, staring, and laughing.
They all entered the elevator which was mirrored. They stood side by side checking each other out.
“Ok,” Zac started, “look at that,” he pointed into the mirror, “we are just fucking hot.”
Drew put his arm around the boy in pink. “Fucking hot bitches, bro. Three hot bitches.”
Fuller bit his bottom lip as he stared at them in the mirror. Then he raised an arm and flexed his bicep. The other two looked at him.
“Fuck yeah, bro,” Drew hissed. “Fucking hot body. Fucking pretty muscle bitch.”
Fuller smirked at him. “Yeah? I’m a hot muscle bitch? Fucking sexy muscle bitch.”
Zac grinned. “Slow down, cowboy,” he said to Fuller, “we’re still in the elevator. Save it for the room.”
“I feel so fucking sexy,” Fuller said.
Drew and Zac looked at each other and shrugged. “He feels sexy,” Drew said with a hint of sarcasm.
Zac nodded. “Yep. Straight dudes.” He shook his head.
They entered the hotel room and before Fuller could lock it, Drew and Zac were all over each other. Fuller turned and recoiled. He’d never seen two dudes kiss each other in person. The two were doing more than kissing, they were making out with lots of tongue. Drew was the one that most intrigued Fuller. Drew was this tall, masculine, hunk of a man and he was just begging to get fucked. Zac had his hands on Drew’s muscular ass and was squeezing it.
“Fuck, your ass, bro. It’s so solid,” Zac told Drew.
Drew smirked. “Lots of squats, bro.”
“You gonna squat on my cock, bro?” Zac gave Drew a smack on the ass.
Drew bit his bottom lip and then said, “Oh fuck yeah, bro. Show you how tight my pussy is.”
Fuller heard him say ‘pussy’ and he recoiled again. It was just weird hearing a guy like Drew calling his ass a pussy. Fuller stood there and watched the two. Finally, Drew noticed he was just standing there. He reached out and pulled Fuller into them.
“Bro, get your big dick in here.” Drew leaned in and put his lips on Fuller’s who instinctively pulled back. But Drew pulled him back in and this time, Fuller kissed back.
“Hot,” Zac whispered.
Fuller was kissing a dude for the first time. He couldn’t believe he was kissing a dude like Drew. The dude was so hot and so awesome on the field. Fuller was so turned on that Drew wanted to kiss him. He thought Drew was an amazing kisser. Then Zac brought it in for a three-way kiss. The three hunky, muscular athletes ran their hands all over each other.
Fuller broke the kiss. He looked at Drew and growled, “Fuck, you’re a hot bitch.”
Drew gasped. “I’m your bitch, Fuller. All the fucking time.”
Fuller smirked. “Yeah, you are. I think I want to fuck you.”
“Go for it, bro,” Drew said as he lay back on the bed. “You don’t think I knew I was getting boned tonight? I’m prepared.” He lifted his stockinged legs and spread them. “Come on, Fuller. My pussy is getting wet for you.”
“Christ,” Fuller growled. He turned to Zac again. “Unzip me.” Zac unzipped him. Fuller pulled down the suit below his balls. He climbed on the bed, between Drew’s legs. Drew handed him some lube. Fuller slathered his cock as he stared at this buddy. His face straight and stern. Drew swallowed hard and reach down between his legs. The was a tiny zipper and pulled it open.
Fuller gasped. “What the...?”
Drew smiled. “I said, I came prepared.”
Zac laughed. “Bro, you are such a whore.”
“Nah, bro. I’m a cunt.”
Fuller suddenly looked confused. “Wait, do all these suits have zippers down there?”
Drew grinned and nodded. “Yeah. One of the dudes in charge let it slip that maybe the gay pledges might appreciate it. And it’s called a ‘pussy zipper.’”
“Fuck,” Fuller said. “This is fucking hot.”
Fuller could now see Drew’s hairless hole. He loved fingering girls, so he put his finger on Drew’s hole and pushed in. Drew tensed up and moaned. Fuller could feel how tight it was.
“Holy fuck that is a tight hole.”
Drew closed his eyes and gasped. “Finger that pussy, bro.”
“Tight fucking pussy, bro,” Fuller hissed.
“Feels good, huh?” Zac said.
Fuller watched his friend writhe and squirm at having his hole fingered. He loved that he was able to make a dude like Drew behave like a slut. He wanted to know what his dick would feel like in such a tight hole.
“Fuck this. I have to get in there,” Fuller said as he grabbed one of Drew’s ankles and with his other hand, he aimed at the muscle pussy. He looked up and watched Drew’s handsome face as he pushed it inside of him. Drew’s eyes bulged, is mouth opened and a loud “FUCK!” came out. Something in that moment clicked in Fuller’s brain. He got off seeing Drew’s face when he slid inside of him. Fuller felt powerful, strong, alpha.
“How’s your pussy?” Fuller asked him in a low, growly voice.
Drew fisted the sheets and looked up at him. “You’re so fucking huge, bro.”
“No, shit,” Zac said seeing Fuller’s huge cock slowly disappear into Drew’s hole. He stood next to the bed and watched the two muscle boys fuck. “You’re hung, bro.”
Fuller felt cocky. “Nine fucking inches.”
“I can’t fucking wait,” whispered Zac.
Fuller looked down at Drew. His handsome face, the red lips, the black eyeliner. It was all so sexy. “You’re so fucking pretty, Drew,” Fuller hissed. “So fucking pretty.” He sunk in deeper. He watched Drew’s face contort as he felt the pain of the large cock inside of him.
“Fuuuuck, Fuller,” Drew whimpered. “You’re filling my pussy, bro.”
Zac was rubbing his hard cock through the tight one-piece suit. “Fuck you guys are hot.” He watched Fuller’s athletic, muscular ass start to pump into Drew.
“Bro, slow,” Drew said in a struggled voice. “Let me get used to it.”
Fuller was filled with a new sense of power. Looking down at his friend, seeing the gorgeous athlete determined to take his cock, he felt stronger, superior, cocky, indestructible. Having this much power over a dude like Drew was going to his head.
“You sound like every bitch I’ve ever fucked.”
Drew blew out a puff of air. He was holding up his legs by the ankles. He knew he looked like a whore. “Bro, I am every bitch you’ve ever fucked.”
Fuller grinned. “You’re a good girl.”
Zac gasped. “Fucking hell, I should have gotten you two together sooner. I want what he’s getting.” He patted Fuller on the back.
Fuller looked back at him and smirked. “Trust me, sweetheart, you will. Always wondered what you’d look like with a dick in your ass.”
Zac smirked back. “This is fucking happening.”
Fuller took his focus back to his buddy. Drew was still holding his legs, spreading them wide. His biceps and shoulders were swole, his thick neck was flexed. The spikes of his heels were pointed to the ceiling. And his cock was long and hard under the tight spandex fabric of his one-piece bunny suit. His eyes stared up at Fuller begging for him to fuck.
“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” Drew kept repeating over and over in a low whispery hiss.
Fuller began a steady rhythm, in and out of Drew’s solid muscular ass. Drew’s mouth was hanging open, his watery eyes making the blue in them glow. He looked so vulnerable to Fuller. He looked vulnerable and fragile even with the bulging muscles. Fuller grabbed hold of Drew’s ankles, allowing Drew’s arms to drop. As Fuller held out wide his buddy’s legs, he looked down to see his cock sliding into the zipper hole in Drew’s costume. He kind of liked not seeing Drew’s hard cock because to Fuller, it almost did look like he was fucking a real girl. The only difference was the heavy, muscular legs he held up, much different than a girl’s legs. He held those legs out wide and thrust his ass back and forth, his ass flexing with every thrust.
Zac ran his hand over Fuller’s hard shoulders, down his triceps. He drew closer and kneeled on the bed next to him. Fuller turned his head and kissed Zac on the lips. They made out as Fuller fucked.
“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, Fuller,” Zac said between kisses. “Wanted you inside me, bro. Wanted you to breed me. I fucking want your boys inside my gut.”
The words made Fuller feel even more powerful. Two hot dudes wanted him. They wanted him to do what he wanted with them. He felt indestructible. As he fucked, he looked Zac in the eyes.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” He said with a cocky sneer. “You want to be my girl? Fuck you whenever I want? Try to get you pregnant?”
“Fuck, Fuller. I’d be your bitch forever, bro.”
“Good.” Fuller looked down at Drew who was listening to the conversation while enjoying the intense fuck. “It looks like I got two girlfriends now.”
Zac nuzzled Fuller’s neck as he ran his hands all over his body. “I got so many pretty things to wear for you, bro.”
Fuller got goosebumps. “I’m gonna jizz in you while you’re dolled up.” He looked back at Drew. “What about you, Drew? You gonna let me jizz in that pussy whenever I want?”
Drew’s eyes rolled back in his head. He arched his back. “Fuck, Fuller. You could have had me from day fucking one. I’ll be pussy for you. Zac and me, we’re just pussy for dudes like you.”
“Good girls,” Fuller said with a cocky smirk.
Zac kissed him on the neck. “But what about you, Fuller. Don’t you like dressing up for your boys?””
Fuller smirked. “Oh I don’t intend on giving this shit up. Feels too good. I might want my pussy wrecked too.”
“Shit,” Zac whispered.
“Cum in me, Fuller. Come on, cum in my pussy,” Drew whimpered.
Fuller sped up his fucking until he felt that familiar feeling of cum boiling up inside his balls. “You want me to jizz in you, bro? Want my sticky jizz in your pussy?”
“YES! Fucking cum in me, Fuller! Do it!”
Fuller grinned. He jammed in one last time. He roared back and emptied his balls into his best friend and roommate.
Drew held his legs out again. “Yeah, bro. Get that pussy. So fucking warm, bro. God, I love your cum inside of me.”
Fuller came until he was dry. He dropped down, chest to chest on Drew. They kissed.
“You’re still hard, bro,” Drew said.
“Yeah, I stay hard for a long time. Your pussy is so tight. I don’t ever want to pull out.”
Zac flopped down on his back beside Drew. “Staying hard just means you can go from hole to hole, bro.” Zac lifted his legs and spread them wide. His pussy zipper was already undone. “Pull out and shove in, bro.”
Fuller grinned. He pulled out of Drew. Drew yelped.
“Bro! SLOW!”
“Sorry, Drew,” Fuller said but not very sincerely. He scooted over to the boy in pink with the jacked body. He threw those legs over his shoulders and aimed his cock. He wasted no time and just shoved in.
“FUCKING HELL!” Zac bellowed. “Oh my fucking god! Big dick, bro.”
Fuller shook his head. “You wanted it.”
Zac gritted his teeth. “I’ve wanted you so fucking bad, bro. Just rail my pussy.”
“I intend to, sweetheart.” Fuller kicked into high gear and soon the room was filled with the sounds of slapping, dick into ass. Fuller couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful boy wrapped in pink satin. The bowtie collar was tight around his neck. Pink fishnets covering muscular legs. His biceps were pumped. Pink heels pointing to the ceiling.
“Fuck yes! Get that pussy!” Zac was in a state of pure pleasure.
“Your cunt is so tight, sissy boy,” Fuller growled.
“It’s because you’re so fucking big, baby.”
One thing Fuller could say about Zac was that he could really take a pounding. “Fucking hot, pink, sissy boy.” Fuller kissed him. “All those fucking muscles, sweetheart. All for me.”
“All for you, Fuller. God damn!”
Drew rolled onto his side and kissed Zac. They made out for a long time while Zac was getting plowed. One hot boy in pink and one hot boy in red. Fuller wondered why he hadn’t done this sooner. He could have been getting all the pussy he needed right in his own room.
Fuller was pounding muscle ass hard. He knew he was getting close to blowing. He put his hands on Zac’s abs. He felt the slick, satin covering them. He moved his hands up to the boy’s well-developed chest and then to Zac’s throat. He always wanted to choke someone while he fucked them, but girls didn’t go for that.
Zac clenched his teeh. “Choke me, fucker.”
Fuller had permission, not that he was asking for it. He applied pressure as he choked and fucked. Zac’s face turned red, but he was enjoying it.
“Fuck, Fuller. Choke me out, fucker!”
That did it for Fuller. As he applied more pressure, a second load exploded from his cock, filling the muscle pussy. He released his hands. Zac caught his breath and immediately came in his suit. A huge wet spot appeared.
Drew gasped. “Bro, choking made you cum! You’re a kinky fucker.”
Zac was catching his breath. “I like what I like.”
Fuller was still hard. He looked over at Drew. Fuller put his hand on Drew’s chest and pressed him back down on his back.
“Wait,” Drew said. “I’m not ready.” He saw the look in Fuller’s eyes.
“But I am,” Fuller replied as he pulled out of Zac and immediately jumped off of him. He tackled Drew who had a look of terror on his face. Fuller flipped him over onto his stomach, mounted him and rammed into him.
Drew’s voice went up an octave as he screamed out. “FUCK! FUCK!”
“Jesus,” Zac said as he scooted off the bed.
“FULLER!” Drew yelled out.
Fuller saw red. All he wanted to do was fuck ass. Drew had the best ass he’d ever seen, and the best pussy he’d ever fucked. Drew tried to push himself up but Fuller wrapped his arms around his arms and torso and slammed him back down.
Fuller growled into Drew’s ear. “You’re gonna get this all the fucking time. I’m gonna get up in the middle of the night and rape this pussy in your sleep. Whenever I want it. I’m gonna fill your cunt with cum.”
Drew whimpered. He had to admit that the thought was hot to him. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were shut. “Fuller... bro. You’re wrecking me.”
“And I’m gonna wreck you all the fucking time.” Fuller was squeezing with his strong bear hug.
Zac was in shock. He had no idea Fuller was so aggressive, and dominating. Yeah Fuller was a fucking stud, a big, jacked badass but he also had no self control over his hormones. He almost felt sorry for Drew.
Fuller was pumping his big ass, his muscular cheeks compressing into every thrust. He wrapped his hand around Drew’s mouth to stifle the noise. “What’s wrong, bitch? You’ve always wanted my dick in you. Don’t pussy out on me, brother. I’m giving you what you want.”
Drew heard his words and wondered what he had got himself into. He was getting a brutal fuck from the one guy he always wanted it from. He just had no idea how brutal this gentle giant could be.
“God, I want to dick you so deep, bro. I want to fucking wreck your pussy for anyone else.”
Drew tried to say something, but he was muffled by Fuller’s big paw.
“Fuller, bro,” Zac chimed in. “Don’t murder him.”
Fuller snapped his head around. “Shut up or your next.”
“Bro! Not cool.” Zac said holding his hands out.
“I said shut the fuck up,” Fuller snarled. He turned back to Drew. “You think you can turn me into a fag and there wouldn’t be consequences?” He took his hand off Drew’s mouth.
“I didn’t turn you, bro. You were always a fag.”
Fuller heard him and stopped fucking. “What?”
“You were always a fag, Fuller. You just needed to fucking see it.”
Fuller went into push up position and slowly gyrated his cock. Drew let out a moan.
“You knew?”
“I hoped.”
“Me too,” Zac said.
“And you’re not only a fag, but you’re also a fucking sissy boy fag,” Drew said as he started to push back against the invading cock.
“And you like that.”
“And so do you.”
Fuller smiled. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
“Bro, cum in him again,” Zac taunted. “Show him how much you like being a femboy fag.”
Fuller looked at him. Then he looked down at Drew. “You want my femboy cum in your pussy?”
“Yeah, Fuller. Squirt inside me.”
Fuller once again, roared as he let loose with load number three. “FUCK!”
He slowly pulled out of Drew and rolled to the side between the two boys.
“Bro, you rape me again and we’ll have words and fists,” Drew said while catching his breath.
“You liked it,” replied Fuller in a cocky tone.
“It was hot as fuck to watch,” Zac said.
“Whatever. Don’t do it again.”
Fuller patted Drew on the thigh. “Sweetheart, don’t tell me what to do.”
“We’ve created a fucking monster.” Drew’s words meant for Zac.
“You messed all over your suit, sweetheart,” Fuller said to Zac. “You better wash that out if we’re going back down.”
“Shit. You’re right.” Zac got up. He pulled the straps down off his shoulders and pulled the suit off. He walked into the bathroom and started the sink.
“Fuck,” said Drew. “That’s two of us.” His suit was also wet from cumming inside of it. He got up and went into the bathroom to join Zac in cleaning out their suits.
Fuller came up on his elbows and looked down at his body. His bodysuit was still silky and tight. His legs still swole and sexy under the fishnets. He pointed his toes, admiring the black, pointed stilettos.
“I really want to get fucked,” he mumbled. “I want some big dude to hold me down and fuck me like a fucking woman.”
He stood up and pulled his bodysuit back up and fastened the straps over his muscular shoulders. He admired himself in the mirror. He reached over to the make up bag. He pulled out a tube of lipstick. He leaned forward into the mirror and applied more red color. He checked his eyeliner. He slicked his hair back and fixed the crooked bunny ears on his headband.
He poked his head in the door to the bathroom. Drew and Zac were standing at the sink in only fishnet hose and heels, washing out their suits.
“Hey, I’m going back downstairs.”
The two boys looked at him. “You are?”
“Yeah. I’m gonna hit up the rich dude downstairs. Get my pussy eaten.”
The boys looked at each other and grinned. “You know he’s gonna fuck you, right?” Drew said.
“I fucking hope so.” Fuller winked, turned and left the room.
To be continued..
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